Page 20 of Bound to the One-Night Stand

Again, I come in just a bit closer until the falls fully smackagainst her pussy. Her soft moans and whines wash over my skin, sending shards of painful pleasure cascading down my body. Will she actually be able to come from this?

I’ve brought her to the edge so much tonight, and her clit is so very sensitive. No doubt she can. I’ve never made an omega come this way before, and I’m anxious to see if this little newb is up to the task. Growling under my breath, I adjust the intensity, ratcheting it up until the falls pound into her.

The omega cries out, her body writhing as she keeps her gaze trained on me. Her breathing, though still slow and even, comes out in harsh pants with each exhale. Her body tightens as her fingers wrap around the cross.

She’s close. So fucking close.

“You can do it, slave,” I purr. “You can come for me like this. I know you can. Be my good little slave and come for me. Show me how beautifully you fall apart.”

Her eyes stay on me, but I sense the need in her to look away. Her face, at least what part is visible, goes through a gamut of emotions as she sways into my rough pounding. Sweat gathers at her brow as she focuses on her breathing.

So close. So, so close.

Her lips part as a loud cry pierces the air. For a moment, it drowns out the music pulsing through the space. Looping the handle over my wrist, I drop the flogger and use my hands to drag out the orgasm rolling through her.

She clenches around my thick digits as she writhes, jerking back and forth as she rocks against my hand, her throaty moans filling my ears. How badly I want to kiss her.

In a moment of weakness, I press my lips against hers, drinking in the fevered sounds as I thrust my fingers up and down inside her. The desperation leeches off and pours intome, making me hunger for the woman trussed up on the cross.

Jerking away, I slide my fingers out of her and bring them to my lips. She watches, her eyes widening as I slide them into my mouth and lick her cum off of them. “God, you taste so fucking good,” I growl.

Undoing my pants, I pull my erection back out and stroke up and down. Her head bobs along with my actions as her tongue snakes out to lick her bottom lip.

“Ready to get down on your hands and knees and take my cum into your mouth like the other submissive?” I barely get the words out before she nods feverishly, nearly knocking her mask off her face.

Pity. I’d love to see the face of the woman I just pleasured. But perhaps it’s for the best. Going to the cross, I release her from her bonds and help her down to the floor.

Her body quivers, nearly giving out as she kneels there. I’ll have to make this fast for her sake. Sliding my thumb along her bottom lip, I urge her to open for me. Thankfully, she’s given me enough visual fodder that it takes little effort to get back to that place from earlier, when my face was buried in her pussy.

Just thinking about the flogger slapping her aroused flesh is enough. A soft grunt spills from my lips as I glide up and down my shaft, using the rest of her arousal on my hand as lubricant. But it’s not enough. I want more.

Kneeling in front of her, I slide my hand between her thighs and gather some of her slick and use that. Her scent surrounds me, filling my brain, making it fuzzy. Her lighter notes combine with mine to make a decadent mixture. But I can’t let myself think about that.

I rise, pulling myself away from herwilling body, so eager to be devoured and defiled. Her moans are so much softer. Her scent is far less potent. It’s safer here. Above her, I can remain in control, an Alpha just using this omega’s mouth as my receptacle.

“Keep your mouth open,” I grunt, gripping my knot so hard colors explode behind my eyes. “I want you to lap up every bit I give you and swallow every drop down that pretty little throat. I want my cum to fill your belly.”

“Yes, Master.” Her voice is soft, husky, as she opens her mouth wide for my cum.

Her eyes glaze over as she waits for me, ever the patient, dutiful, obedient omega. Fuck. Why couldn’t she have been a beta? Why couldn’t I have thrown all my morals and ideals to the side and just taken her on the floor like she asked me to?

Stepping closer to her mouth, I keep my tip just out of reach. If she were to lick me now, my veneer of civility would snap. I’d not be able to control myself. Tingles travel up and down my spine as my balls tighten. Just a few strokes more.

With a loud roar, I empty myself into her mouth, groaning as my seed disappears behind those luscious lips. She moans as she tastes me, her hips rocking back and forth as new arousal glistens on her thighs. Such a beautiful fucking submissive, just waiting to be trained and used.

Pulling away, I wipe off the rest with a nearby rag and tuck my softening cock back into my pants. Still, the omega sits here, hands on her knees, waiting, expectant.

“Good girl. Now come, let me tend to you until it’s time to leave.”

“You’re going to fuck me after all?” The hope in her voice slices through me, shattering me a little inside.

“No. I’m not. I’ve explained why. I willnot do so again.”

Her shoulders slump as she leans forward a bit. A small pout turns down her lips as she wraps her hands around her waist. “That’s fine. There’s nothing else I need from you. I’m going to find Kessily and go home.”

That’s not what I want at all. Even though I can’t allow myself to have sex with the girl, it doesn’t mean I don’t want to feel her in my arms as we snuggle in the aftercare room. I step forward, about to insist when she stands up and pulls her skirt out from the band of her bra.

“It’s my duty to make sure you’re well after a scene. Allow me to attend you.”

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